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Guess what – I was going to scrap this story until I saw how much you guys liked it. So here ya go, next chapter -
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"We're stuck!" Wilbur exclaimed.
"Data...not...accessable." Amy said.
"The data is you guys are stranded in 2007." Lewis told Amy.
"Data accessed. Conclusion, NOOO!" Amy exclaimed.
"Look, all we have to do is to stay calm." Lewis said. "There's something going on here and we have to figure out who it is."
"About Amy and the time machine?" Wilbur asked.
"No, about a bagle. Of course Amy and the time machine." Lewis said. "The band doesn't normally come this way – somebody directed them."
"That means someone figured it out." Amy said. "We have to figure out who it is."
"It is definitely that scientist dude." Wilbur said.
"No way, the guy that kidnapped Amy had mechanical arms, does Bert have mechanical arms?" Lewis asked Wilbur.
"...no." He said, hating to admit that he was wrong.
"So there goes that option." Lewis said.
"We're doomed." Wilbur muttered.
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"Oh man...oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man..." Carl said back at the robinson house. "Wilbur stranded me and I have no idea where he is!"
"Carl?" A voice called.
"Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh – Cornelius, didn't see you there!" Carl waved to his creator.
"Have you seen Wilbur?" Cornelius asked.
"Wilbur? Wilbur who?" Carl asked.
"The one you hang out with every second of your life?" Cornelius rose an eyebrow.
"OH! That Wilbur – ha, ha...never heard of him." Carl said, trying to run off, but Cornelius grabbed his antenna.
"Carl – where. is. Wilbur?" Cornelius asked, he was angry now.
"Wilbur? Wilbur who?" Carl asked.
"Carl..." Cornelius warned.
"Well, Wilbur isn't here." Carl said, nervously. "And he definitely isn't in 2007 with AM1 to see your past self."
"Wait, Wilbur's where?!" Cornelius asked.
Carl slapped his forehead.
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"Come on guys, we have to find a way to get the time machine fixed." Lewis said.
"Well we wouldn't be stalked if Amy hadn't fooled around at the museum." Wilbur growled.
"And we wouldn't be stranded if Wilbur hadn't parked the machine at the side of the road." Amy said.
"But it wouldn't be smashed if you hadn't got in trouble." Wilbur rebutted.
"It was not my choice to be kidnapped!" Amy exclaimed.
"Well you still did, it's your fault." Wilbur argued.
"I hate you!" Amy said.
"I hate you too, I don't even know why we activated you." Wilbur said, Amy froze, that was really low.
"What?" Amy asked.
"Amy – I...I'm sorry..." Wilbur muttered.
"Save it." Amy said, running behind the robnson mansion and sat behind a bush.
She couldn't cry because well...it wasn't programmed. But she wanted to.
"Stupid, stupid Wilbur." She said to herself.
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"Apologize." Lewis told Wilbur.
"No." Wilbur said.
"Apologize." Lewis said.
"Wilbur Robinson does not apologize!" Wilbur exclaimed. "Although he wants to..."
"Ah – so you do want to apologize." Lewis grinned.
"No." Wilbur said.
"But you just said it yourself." Lewis said.
"That's not the point, the point is..." Wilbur said, suddenly a mechanical hand caught to his arm.
"What the...AH!" Wilbur was dragged off.
"Wilbur!" Lewis exclaimed.
"Lewis, get Amy!" Wilbur said.
"Then how exactly am I able to save you?" Lewis asked.
"Good point..." Wilbur said, before he vanished behind the corner. "LEWIS!"
"Wilbur – Wilbur?" Lewis called out, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Lewis, what are you doing?" Amy came out from behind the bush she was hiding behind.
"Where's Wilbur?" Amy sneered at his name.
"Gone." Lewis said.
"What?" Amy's electronic eyes widened.